Utah Home Tour

As we get closer to moving, I thought it would be fun to do a little home tour of our Utah house. We absolutely love it here, and it's SO hard for me to sell our home because I love it so much! Even though I am so happy about having a little adventure with our kids, walls and paint aren't just walls and paint to me; they hold so much love and so many memories that I adore so much! BUT, so grateful that home is wherever we are together, and we already love our new home, too!:) We built this home 5 years ago, and I'm definitely no interior decorator, but it has been so much fun making it ours! We finished our basement almost exactly 2 years ago, and it was a great investment! We love it here!
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Sarah

















Palm Sunday

Happy Monday! Yesterday was Palm Sunday! Loved getting to learn more about the significance of this day and learn and talk of Christ before Easter and LDS Conference! I love holidays where people from different religions celebrate a common belief!💕
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Sarah


Also, I just posted on Instagram about the GRWM that went up on my YouTube Channel over the weekend! Here is the link again!<3



         

World Water Day {Yesterday!}

Happy Friday! It’s gorgeous outside! Ran some errands with only 2 of the babies today, and it’s so fun to connect individually with their little personalities!💕 Also, thanks so much for your input and advice about #tdpyoutube! You guys are so great! ALSO! It was world water day yesterday! I’m a little behind, but we’re still raising $$ for The Her Initiatie! HERE is the link to help these women!

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Sarah


GRWM March || #tdpyoutube

It's been a minute since doing a video like this! And since we are moving, getting ready is few and far between! Haha!:) Some of the products I said I would link in the video are listed below!
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Sarah

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Maskcara Makeup: http://thedaintypear.maskcarabeauty.com


{Colors: Rose Gold Illuinator, Wheat and June Highlight, Ash and Stone Contour, Nude Blush}

Eyeshadow Pallet: HERE

Earrings: HERE

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Wand: HERE



               


PMD KISS

I got to try out the PMD Kiss this week, and here are the results on #tdpyoutube! Have you tried it!? What did you think!?
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Sarah

                 

Pre-Spring!

Happy Saturday! The sun is out, and it’s time for ice cream with these babies!🍦☀️😍 Also, time for spring clothes, even if it might snow again!😂💕 {The comfiest white spring jeans are from @kalongreyboutique’s cute shop! Use DAINTYPEAR15 for a discount!😘}



The Her Initiative

Happy International Women’s Day!💕 I’ve teamed up with some amazing ladies for a an important cause! Here's a little 3 minute video explaining what we're up to, and HERE is the link to help these women!

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Sarah


                   

Did you know that women and children spend 140 million hours a day collecting water, or that parasite diseases remain the major killer of children between the ages of 0 and 5 in the developing world? Can you imagine the worry on a momma heart this must cause these women? ❤️Today, on International Women’s Day, we are launching an incredible opportunity to change women’s lives.  This Easter season I am teaming up with some amazing women to promote this cause of battling the global water crisis. We are joining our efforts to raise $15,000 to install a clean water system in a community in Guatemala and implement health & hygiene classes to the women there. Imagine what these women can do for their families once they can let go of the worry of disease infested water!❤️ 💦The Her Initiative is providing access to clean water and specific health & hygiene education through a program that is called ‘Clothed in Strength & Dignity’. Throughout the month of March we are asking all all of our friends to bypass one take out meal and donate $10 to The Her Initiative.  If we each make this small sacrifice we can make a life changing result to these women in Guatemala. We need you! Please follow the link in our bios and share this on your pages and stories in support of @the_her_initiativeand @healing_waters . 
Thankfully, 
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@todaysthebestday
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@citygirlmeetsfarmboy “If we can bring together women to support her - help educate, empower & resource her - she can change the world!” Kayla Fruchtman - Founder of The Her Initiative #thedaintypear

Article from K-Love {Anxiety Series}



Everyone Is Going Through Something

Kevin Love, Forward / Cleveland Cavaliers - The Players' Tribune
On November 5th, right after halftime against the Hawks, I had a panic attack.
It came out of nowhere. I’d never had one before. I didn’t even know if they were real. But it was real — as real as a broken hand or a sprained ankle. Since that day, almost everything about the way I think about my mental health has changed. 

“I DID ONE SEEMINGLY LITTLE THING THAT TURNED OUT TO BE A BIG THING.”

Kevin Love discusses his decision to seek help after suffering from a panic attack. (0:54)

I’ve never been comfortable sharing much about myself. I turned 29 in September and for pretty much 29 years of my life I have been protective about anything and everything in my inner life. I was comfortable talking about basketball — but that came natural. It was much harder to share personal stuff, and looking back now I know I could have really benefited from having someone to talk to over the years. But I didn’t share — not to my family, not to my best friends, not in public. Today, I’ve realized I need to change that. I want to share some of my thoughts about my panic attack and what’s happened since. If you’re suffering silently like I was, then you know how it can feel like nobody really gets it. Partly, I want to do it for me, but mostly, I want to do it because people don’t talk about mental health enough. And men and boys are probably the farthest behind. 
I know it from experience. Growing up, you figure out really quickly how a boy is supposed to act. You learn what it takes to “be a man.” It’s like a playbook: Be strong. Don’t talk about your feelings. Get through it on your own. So for 29 years of my life, I followed that playbook. And look, I’m probably not telling you anything new here. These values about men and toughness are so ordinary that they’re everywhere … and invisible at the same time, surrounding us like air or water. They’re a lot like depression or anxiety in that way.
So for 29 years, I thought about mental health as someone else’s problem. Sure, I knew on some level that some people benefited from asking for help or opening up. I just never thought it was for me. To me, it was form of weakness that could derail my success in sports or make me seem weird or different. 
Then came the panic attack. 
It happened during a game. 
It was November 5th, two months and three days after I turned 29. We were at home against the Hawks — 10th game of the season. A perfect storm of things was about to collide. I was stressed about issues I’d been having with my family. I wasn’t sleeping well. On the court, I think the expectations for the season, combined with our 4–5 start, were weighing on me.
I knew something was wrong almost right after tip-off. 
I was winded within the first few possessions. That was strange. And my game was just off. I played 15 minutes of the first half and made one basket and two free throws.
After halftime, it all hit the fan. Coach Lue called a timeout in the third quarter. When I got to the bench, I felt my heart racing faster than usual. Then I was having trouble catching my breath. It’s hard to describe, but everything was spinning, like my brain was trying to climb out of my head. The air felt thick and heavy. My mouth was like chalk. I remember our assistant coach yelling something about a defensive set. I nodded, but I didn’t hear much of what he said. By that point, I was freaking out. When I got up to walk out of the huddle, I knew I couldn’t reenter the game — like, literally couldn’t do it physically. 
Coach Lue came up to me. I think he could sense something was wrong. I blurted something like, “I’ll be right back,” and I ran back to the locker room. I was running from room to room, like I was looking for something I couldn’t find. Really I was just hoping my heart would stop racing. It was like my body was trying to say to me, You’re about to die. I ended up on the floor in the training room, lying on my back, trying to get enough air to breathe. 
The next part was a blur. Someone from the Cavs accompanied me to the Cleveland Clinic. They ran a bunch of tests. Everything seemed to check out, which was a relief. But I remember leaving the hospital thinking, Wait … then what the hell just happened?
I was back for our next game against the Bucks two days later. We won, and I had 32. I remember how relieved I was to be back on the court and feeling more like myself. But I distinctly remember being more relieved than anything that nobody had found out why I had left the game against Atlanta. A few people in the organization knew, sure, but most people didn’t and no one had written about it.
A few more days passed. Things were going great on the court, but something was weighing on me. 
Why was I so concerned with people finding out?
It was a wake-up call, that moment. I’d thought the hardest part was over after I had the panic attack. It was the opposite. Now I was left wondering why it happened — and why I didn’t want to talk about it.
Call it a stigma or call it fear or insecurity — you can call it a number of things — but what I was worried about wasn’t just my own inner struggles but how difficult it was to talk about them. I didn’t want people to perceive me as somehow less reliable as a teammate, and it all went back to the playbook I’d learned growing up. 
This was new territory for me, and it was pretty confusing. But I was certain about one thing: I couldn’t bury what had happened and try to move forward. As much as part of me wanted to, I couldn’t allow myself to dismiss the panic attack and everything underneath it. I didn’t want to have to deal with everything sometime in the future, when it might be worse. I knew that much.
So I did one seemingly little thing that turned out to be a big thing. The Cavs helped me find a therapist, and I set up an appointment. I gotta stop right here and just say: I’m the last person who’d have thought I’d be seeing a therapist. I remember when I was two or three years into the league, a friend asked me why NBA players didn’t see therapists. I scoffed at the idea. No way any of us is gonna talk to someone. I was 20 or 21 years old, and I’d grown up around basketball. And on basketball teams? Nobody talked about what they were struggling with on the inside. I remember thinking, What are my problems? I’m healthy. I play basketball for a living. What do I have to worry about? I’d never heard of any pro athlete talking about mental health, and I didn’t want to be the only one. I didn’t want to look weak. Honestly, I just didn’t think I needed it. It’s like the playbook said — figure it out on your own, like everyone else around me always had. 
But it’s kind of strange when you think about it. In the NBA, you have trained professionals to fine-tune your life in so many areas. Coaches, trainers and nutritionists have had a presence in my life for years. But none of those people could help me in the way I needed when I was lying on the floor struggling to breathe.
Still, I went to my first appointment with the therapist with some skepticism. I had one foot out the door. But he surprised me. For one thing, basketball wasn’t the main focus. He had a sense that the NBA wasn’t the main reason I was there that day, which turned out to be refreshing. Instead, we talked about a range of non-basketball things, and I realized how many issues come from places that you may not realize until you really look into them. I think it’s easy to assume we know ourselves, but once you peel back the layers it’s amazing how much there is to still discover.

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KEVIN.”

Kevin’s grandmother records a greeting for his 25th birthday in 2013. (0:33)

Since then, we’ve met up whenever I was back in town, probably a few times each month. One of the biggest breakthroughs happened one day in December when we got to talking about my Grandma Carol. She was the pillar of our family. Growing up, she lived with us, and in a lot of ways she was like another parent to me and my brother and sister. She was the woman who had a shrine to each of her grandkids in her room — pictures, awards, letters pinned up on the wall. And she was someone with simple values that I admired. It was funny, I once gave her a random pair of new Nikes, and she was so blown away that she called me to say thank you a handful of times over the year that followed. 
When I made the NBA, she was getting older, and I didn’t see her as often as I used to. During my sixth year with the T-Wolves, Grandma Carol made plans to visit me in Minnesota for Thanksgiving. Then right before the trip, she was hospitalized for an issue with her arteries. She had to cancel her trip. Then her condition got worse quickly, and she fell into a coma. A few days later, she was gone. 
I was devastated for a long time. But I hadn’t really ever talked about it. Telling a stranger about my grandma made me see how much pain it was still causing me. Digging into it, I realized that what hurt most was not being able to say a proper goodbye. I’d never had a chance to really grieve, and I felt terrible that I hadn’t been in better touch with her in her last years. But I had buried those emotions since her passing and said to myself, I have to focus on basketball. I’ll deal with it later. Be a man.
The reason I’m telling you about my grandma isn’t really even about her. I still miss her a ton and I’m probably still grieving in a way, but I wanted to share that story because of how eye-opening it was to talk about it. In the short time I’ve been meeting with the therapist, I’ve seen the power of saying things out loud in a setting like that. And it’s not some magical process. It’s terrifying and awkward and hard, at least in my experience so far. I know you don’t just get rid of problems by talking about them, but I’ve learned that over time maybe you can better understand them and make them more manageable. Look, I’m not saying, Everyone go see a therapist. The biggest lesson for me since November wasn’t about a therapist — it was about confronting the fact that I needed help.
One of the reasons I wanted to write this comes from reading DeMar’s comments last week about depression. I’ve played against DeMar for years, but I never could’ve guessed that he was struggling with anything. It really makes you think about how we are all walking around with experiences and struggles — all kinds of things — and we sometimes think we’re the only ones going through them. The reality is that we probably have a lot in common with what our friends and colleagues and neighbors are dealing with. So I’m not saying everyone should share all their deepest secrets — not everything should be public and it’s every person’s choice. But creating a better environment for talking about mental health … that’s where we need to get to.
Because just by sharing what he shared, DeMar probably helped some people — and maybe a lot more people than we know — feel like they aren’t crazy or weird to be struggling with depression. His comments helped take some power away from that stigma, and I think that’s where the hope is. 
I want to make it clear that I don’t have things figured out about all of this. I’m just starting to do the hard work of getting to know myself. For 29 years, I avoided that. Now, I’m trying to be truthful with myself. I’m trying to be good to the people in my life. I’m trying to face the uncomfortable stuff in life while also enjoying, and being grateful for, the good stuff. I’m trying to embrace it all, the good, bad and ugly. 
I want to end with something I’m trying to remind myself about these days: Everyone is going through something that we can’t see. 
I want to write that again: Everyone is going through something that we can’t see. 
The thing is, because we can’t see it, we don’t know who’s going through what and we don’t know when and we don’t always know why. Mental health is an invisible thing, but it touches all of us at some point or another. It’s part of life. Like DeMar said, “You never know what that person is going through.
Mental health isn’t just an athlete thing. What you do for a living doesn’t have to define who you are. This is an everyone thing. No matter what our circumstances, we’re all carrying around things that hurt — and they can hurt us if we keep them buried inside. Not talking about our inner lives robs us of really getting to know ourselves and robs us of the chance to reach out to others in need. So if you’re reading this and you’re having a hard time, no matter how big or small it seems to you, I want to remind you that you’re not weird or different for sharing what you’re going through. 
Just the opposite. It could be the most important thing you do. It was for me.




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